Early Spring

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

　　I. Once more the Heavenly Power Makes all things new, And domes the red-plow’d hills With loving blue; The blackbirds have their wills, The throstles too. II. Opens a door in heaven; From skies of glass A Jacob’s ladder falls On greening grass, And o’er the mountain-walls Young angels pass. III. Before them fleets the shower, And burst the buds, And shine the level lands, And flash the floods; The stars are from their hands Flung thro’ the woods, IV. The woods with living airs How softly fann’d, Light airs from where the deep, All down the sand, Is breathing in his sleep, Heard by the land. V. O, follow, leaping blood, The season’'s lure! O heart, look down and up Serene, secure, Warm as the crocus cup, Like snowdrops, pure! VI. Past, Future glimpse and fade Thro’ some slight spell, A gleam from yonder vale, Some far blue fell, And sympathies, how frail, In sound and smell! VII. Till at thy chuckled note, Thou twinkling bird, The fairy fancies range, And, lightly stirr’d, Ring little bells of change From word to word. VIII. For now the Heavenly Power Makes all things new, And thaws the cold, and fills The flower with dew; The blackbirds have their wills, The poets too.